Chapter 44

Which, in Remy’s mind, meant the two of them twined naked in the sheets of their bed. But first things first. A little foreplay in front of the fire, perhaps. Some hugging, some kissing, some more wine.

Remy brought the bottle with him from the kitchen. Lane was already settled on the end of the couch closest to the Christmas tree. He stared into the flames in the hearth and nursed what remained of his wine. Coming over to him, Remy held out the bottle and said, “Let me top you off.”

“Calling dibs on a position already?” Lane joked. “And here I was thinking it was my turn to top you.”